Frank Iero Imagines (Frank Iero X Reader)

I Hate My Weaknesses | Imagine 1

Y/N Point Of View

I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock that I had placed on the far side of the room. "I can't breed with the radio on," it blasted repeatedly through my head. I slowly got out of bed and stretched. My back popped in at least 17 different places. I stood up and walked over to my alarm clock. "Who's a killer? Who's a k-" I slammed my hand on the off button.

I walked into my bathroom and changed into my clothes. It was my first day at a new school, but I wasn't going to dress all nice for just a simple occasion like this. I slid into my black ripped jeans, threw on my Fall Out Boy shirt, along with my Harley Quinn "Daddy's Monster" choker a pair of dark red converse, and topped it off with my gloves. I smudged on some eyeliner and grabbed my bag while walking out the door to my new school. My parents are out for a couple months on a business trip so I don't have to worry about them.

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On the way to school I saw a boy walk out of his house, keeping his head down and walking in the same direction as me. He had his hands in his ripped jeans and he was wearing a Green Day shirt. He slowly walked on along the sidewalk. His curly dark brown hair fell perfectly infront of his face. His piercings complemented him well. I was too lost in his appearance and I tripped over thin air. As I hit the ground I mentally facepalmed myself for not looking where I was going. But that feeling soon went away when I was a figure standing over me reaching its hand out.

It was the boy

I blushed from embarrassment. "You okay there?" He asked in a shy voice. So quiet it was almost a whisper. "Oh yeah. Wasn't looking where I was going," I reply. He grabs my hand and pulls me up. "Thanks," I thank him. "No problem." He says with a slight smirk but still with a shy voice. "So, what's your name?" he asks. "Y/N" I reply. "Frank" he responds. I smile and start making my way towards the school as he follows. "So you like Green Day?" I ask to break the silence. "Oh yeah. My favorite song from them is 'Wake Me Up When September Ends' he replies obviously showing his love for the band. "Mine too! Basket Case comes in second though." I say to him with a smile. He smiles back. But soon his attention is focused on a certain group of boys staring at us.

The jocks

"Oh no.." he blurts out. "What is it?" I ask. "Oh just the jocks.. they don't really like me. If you don't want to get hurt by then I suggest you leave quickly." He says in a worried tone. "No way am I leaving you here alone! I'm staying right here beside you." I grab his hand and he tightly grasps mine.

"Well, well, well. I guess this fag is bisexual now." The older boy taunts looking out our hands that are glued together. "Or he is still gay, I can't tell if that's a chick you're with or a guy." I squeeze Franks hand tighter. "Leave us alone!" I yell. "Says who?" The jock says stepping closer to me. "Says me." I look the jock straight in the eye.

He grabs me and pulls me away from a shaking Frank. He shoves me against a locker. He then repeatedly slams my head into the locker until I black out. I faintly hear a voice frantically saying, "So much blood." The last thing I remember is feeling small arms wrapped around me in a caring hug.

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I wake up in clean pajamas and in an unfamiliar room. "Oh you are awake!" I hear a familiar voice say.

Frank

"What happened?" I ask him not remembering a single thing. "Oh, well. You got beat up pretty bad by a jock, and I took you home because you were in no condition to stay at school." he says in a depressed tone. "Wh-what time is it?" I question. "10:45 in the morning," he replies.

I look at Frank and see sadness in his eyes. "Frankie?" I say. He looks up responding to the nickname I gave him. "Y-Yes?" He asks. "What's wrong? You seem sad..." he looks at me with his eyes becoming more fogged over with tears. "I couldn't save you! I'm weak! I can't do anything right!" He covers his face with his hands and starts to cry. I pull him in for a tight loving hug.

"I hate my weaknesses." He manages to say between sobs. "Learn to love your weaknesses." I say. "They make us who we are." He looks at me with his beautiful hazel eyes. I scan his face. Slowly but surly we both lean into each other. Next thing we know, our lips are touching. Our lips moved against each other hesitantly but slowly picked up pace as we became more confident in the kiss. He grabs my waist and pulls me closer. I tangle my fingers in his soft dark hair as we deepen the kiss. He slides his tongue across my lip. I grant him access as he explores my mouth. We both moan a little into the kiss before he pulls back.

"Well, I think I'm starting to like my weaknesses." He says with his lovely little smirk.